Who is She?

Made in a work shop from only the experienced Angels. Now with her stamp of approval from Jesus and feared by Satan for she’s pure with holiness running thru her heart. I see you. I see her, but who is she? From what I see, she's worth risk taking. Never knowing who she is, all I can do is use my eyes to answer questions my mouth is too scared to ask. My heart pace speeds up, just a hair when she’s around and this is before I even notice her. I guess that’s away of her having say in my life for the moment. It’s funny how I can sit down and think about her and it puts a smile on my face. How she slows time for me to just be alone with her in my mind. I see her and she’s always blissful and her happiness taps my heart and soothes my emotions. A gentle kiss for my soul, I sometimes call it. How does she do it? I laugh cause she doesn’t know that’s what is it….What I feel/think. I guess that’s a good think, at least that’s how I see it. Not too many people can make me happy without saying a word or me not knowing them. I put many hours of notion and wonder what she thinks, feels, likes. But everything went un-answered, fears come out and block my voice from being heard. Doors close when I wish I had the key, so I use my eyes to do my talking, not on purpose but it happens sometimes. When my heart wants something it does everything it can to obtain what it requires & desires. My mouth can’t talk but yet it finds another way to pronounce what it has to say. She has an impact on my moods, able to make a tear stop on mid-cheek. To stop all my thinking to only focus on her. Must be its heaven, and it is. I see her day after day, Night after night. She blessed me with her eyes. Never saying a word but her eyes speak for her. A long glaze…her lookin at me. What does she see? Is she looking at me or thru me? I feel naked but its comfortable. Like its right. Eyelashes that seem to make love with my soul. Who is she? Months go by With only the same thing to happen each day. Now I look forward to seeing her. Seeing her puts a period on my life for the day. I marvel, do she notice me? I wonder do she have feelings for me? Do she sense me, think about me? Who is she? A train of emotions with no conductor just running on a long stretch of track in my compassionate core with no end in sight. Dam u did all this. Hope not by purpose. I see you so much that I built a friendship/relationship with in me. Becoming a sort of eye candy. A false reality that is Dress in a Dream garments. She’s never wrong with her body language. I sleep with her in mind. Just there. She never hurts me not even during the worst of slumbers. She has Nothing but the best of my imaginings. Never a sour moment in this black mom made kool-aid(with pineapple juice added) my heart takes a drink of it every now and then. A sip of pleasantness. Wondering what her voice my sound like, What’s her personality? 1 day my ears picked up on gentleness of her voice. It gave me a reason, a cause to tell her a small/tiny crumb of what I kinda believe & think. So I put frost from my Heart’s iceberg in an envelope with hope of a spark. But the day(V-day) came with me and for once i was unable to find her. But it was a lil depressing moment that lead to a scared chill of seeing her the next day with it in my jacket pocket. So I freed the butterflies and gave it to her with the realization that I didn’t know how she would react or what to say when I gave it to her. With no outlook or expectations. I was heartbroken but she was able to give me hope. Make me once again an optimism and pick me up. As if to tell me everything will be okay. And maybe to hint to me that maybe what’s mint in ur life is just a person who’s name u don’t know. Who may be in front of your eyes, maybe that person who spikes ur heart rate for that moment u are in their present. Who is she? My heart aches for you, And my stomach is in knots. Now I had to declare, the thoughts of my heart. My mouth can say it but I hope that you'd give me, A place in your heart. Savve me Who ever you are? Pop quiz I think she made now be able to distinguish who she is, who I are. Nameless but to me if I had to give u 1 it would mean Without deceit, pure & Beautiful. Thank U who ever u r

Who Is She?